Author's Notes:

Part two of five of a crossover with TDNpony's A New World, A New Stage.
Now I know you all were asking yourselves: What were Christine and Scep up to that night?
Well, here's your answer. Your M-rated answer.
Remember boys, wrap up your spoiler before you go to town on a girl!

“C’mon, this place is Pokemon-friendly,” Christine said, leading Scep to a particular club. An earth pony and Toxicroak stood guard and glanced at both of them.

“Name?” the pony said.

“I’m Christine, this is Scep, and we’re both here for a good time,” the Gabite said simply, opening up the sack that Vincent had given her. The bouncer looked into it and hummed for a moment before nodding.

“All right, go on in,” they both said. The Toxicroak gave Scep a wink as they passed, mouthing the words ‘good catch’ to him.

Scep blushed. “I…” He tried to say something as he walked past, but nothing came out. Truth be told, no matter what he said, he wasn’t good with the ladies. “Not like that.” He looked away.

“Your loss,” the Toxicroak said, audibly this time. “I’d hit that, pattern be darned.”

Scep glared at him. “Not if I hit it first,” he said without thinking. He might not be good with the ladies, but he wasn’t somemon that let somebody beat him at anything. Even if he was way out of his element. Still, it wasn’t like she liked him like that. They just met...and he was a mess with girls. He walked over to Christine.

The sound of music became louder and louder the deeper in they went, and they eventually emerged in the club proper, to find it only half-full at this time of day. True to her word, there were ponies and Pokemon in the club, both as patrons, and as ‘entertainment’ for the patrons. She barely spared any of them a glance as she walked up to the bar.

Scep was realizing why the PLA never had clubs. Oh he had ‘stolen’ from these places before. Heck, he pilfered a couple of them on the way over. Just a few coins here and there to help him out tonight for whatever happened. The loud noises and such really didn’t do it for him, but he wasn’t going to back out. It wasn’t ‘that’ bad...He just missed the simpler ‘bar’s’ he and the others used all the time. So, he stopped beside her in the bar, letting her deal with...whatever they do at a club bar like this.

“Bartender!” Christine shouted, gaining the attention of the Unicorn manning the drinks. “Strongest rum you’ve got, on the rocks. What do you want Scep?”

“Some whiskey,” Scep answered. That was pretty much the PLA’s staple drink anyways.

“Right,” the Gabite said, repeating it for the benefit of the bartender just in case. “And a whiskey for my friend here.”

“Gotcha,” the unicorn said, whipping two drinks out from the shelves behind him in record time and placing them in front of their respective ‘mon.

Christine lifted hers and looked over to Scep before smirking. “To new starts,” she said, tilting her glass towards him.

“New starts,” Scep tapped her glass with his and then chugged down his drink quickly. He put it down onto the counter in record time.

Christine blinked before starting in on her rum, taking her time. “So go on, I promised you could ask. I mean, I think you already know the answer, but humor an insane girl.”

“The doctor gave you some pretty colors,” Scep shrugged. “Honestly, ain’t my place to guess. Learned that with some of Raziel’s...patients.”

Christine took a bigger sip before placing her glass, hard, on the counter. She turned to look Scep in the eye and took a deep breath before continuing. “Look, just...just ask, okay? I’m ready to answer once, I promise not to break down until I’m done...and Vincent keeps pushing me to tell someone, trust someone besides the family.”

“And you want that someone to be me?” Scep frowned. “Dudette, it’s making you upset. I don’t like that. I prefer smiles on pretty girls.”

Christine blushed a bit, her colors gradually shifting towards red. In response, she picked up her drink and chugged the rest of her rum, causing them to flash back to purple and her to frown. “Damn, I forgot about that,” she muttered.

“Neat trick,” Scep smiled. “I’ve got some friends that could do stuff like that, but that blew them out of the water, dudette...Well, Roa could, but….She doesn’t like to hang out with anyone.” He frowned and twiddled the glass in his hands.

“Makes it a real pain to get drunk when alcohol counts as a Poison-type attack,” she muttered. “I have to find the good stuff to stand a chance.”

“Why’s that?” Scep’s eyes widened. “I...I don’t mean to pry….Sorry.”

In response, the Gabite put one of her claws under his chin and turned his head this way and that. “You’re cute,” she said bluntly after letting go, “but clueless. I keep telling you to ask me plainly, and you keep not doing it. Why would I be mad if you ask a leading question? Go on, finish it properly.”

Scep blushed heavily at her touch and at being called cute. “Okay fine….What did the doc do to you?”

“Fused me with Kecleon DNA, as if you hadn’t guessed,” she stated, flagging the unicorn down again. “Another one for both of us, and something to munch on as well. Chips, preferably.”

“Well, looks like you got some good out of it,” Scep pointed out. “Dudette, that is some sweet powers you’ve got. Makes me want some.”

In response, Christine gave him a look that could only be described as sultry and looked him up and down. “Really now?” She was enjoying teasing him a bit too much.

Scep squirmed under her gaze. He’d never had a girl look at him like that before. “Err….yeah..” He gulped. “I mean...it’d make my life easier, you know?”

“Aww, and here I was thinking you were talking about little old me,” Christine pouted before sipping her drink.

“No…” Scep held up his hands defensively. “I was...It’s cool on you and all that. Honest.”

“Nice save,” she said with a wink. “But it’s brought me my own share of trouble as well.” She swirled her drink before continuing. “Anyone with a brain and enough moves can plan a strategy to bring me down, plus let’s not mention all the trainers who wanted to catch the rare new psuedo-legendary dragon with weird colors. Or the Pokemon that saw it as a curse and shunned me. Honestly, while the invisibility is useful sometimes, it comes with more than a few drawbacks.”

“Well you don’t have to deal with that anymore,” Scep said, gesturing his arms out wide. “Aint no pushy trainers to boss us around. Not anymore and I like it that way.”

“Oh, a wild thing, eh?” Christine giggled and looked Scep over again. “Not bad. But that’s only half the problem.” She sighed before picking up a small number of chips. “Sometimes I think Vincent and the family are going to be the only ones to treat me normally.” She munched her snack slowly as she thought about the past. “It’s a little more than I deserve, really…”

“I’ll treat you all normal like,” Scep smiled. “We PLA are full of weirdos and ‘broken’ mons. Shoot, we even have some humans fighting with us. Everybody’s accepting there.”

“Heh...yeah, I’d probably look into this PLA, but Vincent and Luke are the ones responsible for my ‘rehabilitation’...plus, I owe it to Sam to at least try and be better and show him I can be better.” With that, the rest of Christine’s second drink vanished down her throat. She gave Scep another glance before asking him a blunt question. “So how many females have you ‘known,’ Scep?”

Scep looked at her awkwardly for a few seconds, before downing his glass in one go. “Err...in what way would I ‘know’ these females...I mean, I know a lot of females, dudette.”

She stared at him for another few seconds before blurting her observation out in one go. “Oh sweet Arceus, you’re a damn virgin, aren’t you?”

Scep blushed, looking away from her. “...Maybe….”

She sighed before flagging the bartender down again. “Gimmie something from the Minotaur lands, I want to wake up not knowing who I am. Assuming it works.”

The bartender gulped, but complied, giving the dragon a brown bottle from under the bar. She pried the top of it off and started to drink directly from it. After a few seconds, she lowered the bottle and belched before shaking her head. “Dammit all.” She then looked back at Scep and frowned. “Y’know, if there was one thing I wished we didn’t have in common, it’d have to be that.”

Scep’s jaw dropped. “What?...Is that why’re you’re getting drunk? Dudette, it aint like it’s my fault I haven’t used my junk like that….” He growled and looked down at the bar.

“Ahem. Seeing as how it’s your junk, I would hope you do have a say in how it gets used! Have you even tried?” The Gabite was, well, if there was a way to sit aggressively on a barstool, she was doing it.

“....I prefer to be alone,” Scep snorted. “...Aint nobody got time for me, thank you very much….Well, maybe to smack me upside the head or something after I steal a watch or purse….Can’t help that.”

Christine rolled her eyes before replying. “Translation: Other people piss you off, so you piss other people off and say you’re happy when you wind up alone because of your own damn self.” She took another sip of her drink before continuing. “Now me, I got a fucking excuse. Nobody wanted to deal with the damn damaged Gabite, or if they did, they saw me as a trophy, not a ‘mon. I tried, dammit. I...I tried.” She looked at the bar and took a deep breath. “But nobody listened to me, and I listened to no reason. I’m...I’m trying to be better, to experience more of life. I had hoped you at least knew what I was doing, but I had to get the one damn virgin to walk through the doors.”

“Are you still on that?” Scep frowned, snorting in agitation. “Everyone’s a virgin sometime in their life. Geez, we’re supposed to be having fun. Dudette, this isn’t what I had in mind….And now you’re frowning….Where’s that pretty smile of yours, huh?”

At the mention of it, said smile returned, along with a blush in Christine’s cheeks. “That is so not fair,” she muttered. “Y’know, you’re the first one outside of the families to care about me for me?”

“Then everyone else is an idiot,” Scep said.

Christine tilted her bottle towards the Sceptile. “A-men! To everyone else being a moron!”

Scep grabbed the bottle and put it on the counter. “Amen, dudette. Now let’s not be getting that drunk yet.”

“Aw c’mon! I wanna see if this booze can cut through my Color Change! I still can’t feel a damn thing!” She was torn between looking at the Sceptile and the bottle.

“Ah, ah,” Scep chuckled, lifting up a finger to silence her. “I like you as is. Let’s not be cutting through anything right now.”

At the compliment, Christine’s entire head turned red, the blush slowly working its way down her body. “That has got to be cheating,” she muttered. “Fine, but I am drinking the rest of this later...unless you do.”

“Whiskey is my sin,” Scep smirked. “I aim to keep that. Ain’t got the taste for...whatever stuff they put in this.”

“Actually,” the bartender said, cutting in slightly, “the minotaurs don’t ‘put anything in’ their alcohols. Says it dilutes it. They also don’t accept anything under 150 proof as being an alcohol.”

Scep blinked slowly, slinking into his chair. “The bartender is an egghead,” he put a hand to his head. “I have seen everything.”

“You take this job, you learn things about alcohol from around the world, especially in Las Pegasus. City is Equestria’s Sin City for a reason, green dude,” the bartender said with a shrug. “I have to know what’s legal to serve and what ain’t. What’ll kill my customers and what’ll only knock ‘em over.”

“Well,” Scep said. “I don’t want to be knocked over, dude. I appreciate it. The bartenders back in the outfit just had beer and whiskey. You know, easy to make and all that. Helps when you’re always on the run.”

“Yknow...I’m pretty sure we could swap stories,” Christine said. “I mean, I’m pretty sure there’s more than a few nice and funny ones locked up in this head of mine. What about you?”

“Commander Sev,” Scep sighed. “Just….I am a member of the PLA. We’re the biggest bunch of weirdos alive. ‘Course I know a few, dudette.” He chuckled. “Can’t help it.”

“Well then. Let’s make a game of it, shall we? We swap stories to see who has the funnier ones. The loser of an exchange drinks, and then we go on until someone chickens out.”

“I dunno,” Scep smirked. “I probably beat you by a mile.”

“Oh, then just wait until you hear what I did to the guys running the lab. I was a damn escapee for a reason.” If Christine’s grin was any wider, she could have been mistaken for a Sharpedo.

“I escaped from a ton of stuff before,” Scep said. “I even robbed Giovanni blind right in front of him and got away.”

“Bit was the mainframe back at the lab,” Christine countered. “He was a little broken and nuts, but he was in charge of teaching us Pokemon moves. I find it highly unlikely that I just happened to learn Flamethrower a full week before I was supposed to...and also right before the natural gas lines were being worked on.” She sighed and looked to the ceiling. “That was a pretty explosion.”

“Wish I could have seen it,” Scep nodded. “But me and explosions don’t mix. Ran from too many in my day...Not to mention fire and grass don’t mix.”

“Yeah, too many trainers learned how to bring me down easy after a few rounds.” She scowled before smirking. “I got better, I got clever, I started laying traps. I’d lure them into a cave, then lead them on a merry chase and harry their partners that wouldn’t listen to my warnings. I’d lay pitfalls and snares.” She started laughing before the next bit. “I have no idea how that Snorlax ended up in that tree, but once he stepped off, I swear I heard the Doppler effect take hold as his trainer got flung into the distance.”

Scep laughed and patted her on the back. “Good job, dudette. Reminds me of that one time I snagged a pirate leg on a rope. Decided to follow Fox’s grandpa’s work, and fired a cannon to get myself out of there. It was one of those old types, for show. Got it working no time at all and whisked myself to freedom...and the captain into the sea.”

“Nice,” she said, nodding. “And then there was the time I learned Earthquake. After that, the researchers learned not to enter my room. I’d just knock them down and sit on their heads. Helped out more than once once I was outside for starting landslides. You have never seen a trainer turn white until you see them realize that yes, you are starting an avalanche of rock, just to deal with them.”

Scep chuckled. “Sitting on their heads? Shoot, if only girls wanted to get at me by doing that. Lucky fellas, those chumps.”

Once again, Christine gave Scep a look that would have set him on fire, if looks were capable of such. “Well,” she all but purred, “I gave them the chaste version by sitting on the back of their heads, but if you really wanted a demonstration, you could have just asked…”

Scep gulped. “Uh...ehehe,” he chuckled nervously. “Well...about your butt, I MEAN, rockslide...yeah….” He gulped again, trying not to think about her behind...A nice behind at that….a really nice one.

The Gabite smirked before deciding on toying with him a little more. She hadn’t listened to Sam all those years for nothing. “Oh, I just used Dig. Put myself in a nice, tight, dark tunnel until it was safe to come...out. They never knew what hit them, or where I was.” She purposely hesitated there, wanting to see the grass-type squirm a little more.

Scep’s tail wagged a bit and he tried to stop it. “You did that on purpose,” he tried to glare through his nervous blush, but it was pretty futile.

“Sam was raised by a dirty old man, and I grew up listening to his every word. Admit defeat now, and I may have mercy on your poor, poor libido,” the Gabite said while snagging her bottle again.

“I...never lose, dudette.” Scep tried to sound confident. “I can take your flirting.”

“Oh I doubt you can even take half of what I have to offer,” the dragon said, purposely wording it ambiguously. “Though it does amuse me to see you try. By the way, the tail is a dead giveaway...and so is the one in back.” She let her eyes dip for a moment. Of course, there was nothing there, but making him look was half the fun.

Scep crossed his legs. “Rude,” he snorted. “I see your game. Trying to step me off. Ain’t gonna fall for it.” He tried to calm his blushing. “I’m going to win and there is not a damn thing you can do about it.”

“Really?” She took a small sip from her reclaimed bottle and raised what would have been an eyebrow. “Cause it seems like the merest mention of the subject changes you from a Sceptile to a Scizor.” She hesitated for a moment at the mention of a Scizor, but plowed on. “While neither of us has more experience than the other, I’m pretty sure I could get you to blow by words alone, little ‘mon.”

Scep lightly poked her muzzle. “Not in your life. I’m not a little Treeko. I’m a fully evolved mon and I won’t have some sexy vixen try to mess with me.”

The blush resurfaced, but the dragon shook it off. “Oh really, then what was the purpose of this outing besides to mess with each other? And I don’t ‘try’ things. I ‘do’ things. For example, all I’d have to do is give you the barest hint of a glimpse, and I’d know you’d seen it, because you go all red. It’s adorable.”

“I am not adorable,” Scep snorted. “I’m a general in the lord’s service...kind of...technically...Look, you get the point.” He crossed his arms.

Christine poked his nose in turn. “Nope, the way you go red makes me think of a little Grovyle that just learned where babies come from and what he did in the middle of the night during that great dream. It’s just so cute, I can’t help but smile when I see it.”

Scep smiled. “Well, I’m glad you’re happy.”

The Gabite smiled an honest smile then. “And I’m happy that someone cares about me,” she replied. “Now shall I go back to torturing your boner, or do you want to try and change the topic, O apprentice?”

“You should do more than torture….” Scep blinked in surprise at his own words and turned beet red. “I mean...how did you end up here?”

“Maybe if you’re good, or very very naughty,” Christine replied with more than a smirk. “And as for how I ended up here, I assume you mean ‘here’ in the sense of Las Pegasus?”

Scep quickly nodded. “Yeah...that.”

“Well, after walking through the wilderness for a day, I heard the message, as did everymon, I assume,” Christine started before looking to the Sceptile for confirmation.

“Yeah,” Scep rolled his eyes. “Arceus is a dick.”

“Dicks seem to be a popular topic tonight. Anyways!” Christine smirked at the color change she’d brought onto Scep’s face again before continuing her tale. “I eventually found Canterlot after a little while of walking through absolutely nothing that could not be burned or crushed or pushed aside, and once I arrived there, I was...disciplined for my behavior.”

“Sounds like a hectic trip,” Scep said. “Me? Eh, just here and there doing my own thing with the others. No big...honestly, it’s been rather quiet since I got to this world...well, in comparison to the PLA, dudette.”

“Aw, but I was hoping it would be big. But yeah, once Seth and Selena knocked some sense into me, I...followed them here, found out Sam was a Scizor now, and then Vincent and Luke mucked around in my brain. I’m...a bit more stable now. Not obsessed, not always angry...but damn if the words of other ‘mon don’t hurt still.” She took a medium pull from her bottle and sighed.

“You shouldn’t let ‘em,” Scep growled. “Words are just words. Those mons should be the ones to keep their mouths shut and learn some respect. Ain’t right hurting a beautiful girls’ feelings like that. I ain’t ever gonna do anything nasty to you, I promise.”

“You...cheater,” Christine grumbled as the blush made itself evident across half her body. “You’re just saying that to get in my pants. Well, assuming I wore any to begin with.”

“If I did that,” Scep rolled his eyes. “I don’t deserve my junk. A guy like that ain’t worth knowing. I may be a thief, but I’ll at least try my best at the whole gentlemanly thing.”

“I notice that you didn’t deny that you wanted in my metaphorical pants,” Christine observed as she leaned in and winked at the Sceptile. “So I guess you are getting used to my flirting.”

“I get used to a lot of things,” Scep smirked, but he was still blushing like mad and shaking a bit. “I’m a soldier, nerves of steel...Beautiful women are just p-part of the job.”

While the blush and smile had returned and even added a companion in the Gabite’s slightly wagging tail, she still fired back. “Mmm, nerves of steel...steel wire. You’re shaking more than a Drifloon in a sudden breeze. And if beautiful women are a part of the job, then why didn’t you walk in with one?”

“That’s a low blow,” Scep snorted. “I…” He snorted again, before grinning. “I did.” He said proudly. “I certainly did, dudette.”

Not quite catching on, Christine looked around with exaggerated motions. “I don’t see her anywhere…”

Scep rolled his eyes. “Don’t have to be like that, dudette. You know I was talking about you. I wouldn’t mistake you or that cute tail of yours anywhere.”

The dragon turned red all over, grabbing a hold of her bottle again. “More booze,” she stated. “My blood-alcohol content is not unbalanced enough to deal with that Tauros-shit.”

“Well,” Scep put his snout up in the air, grinning. “Maybe I should leave.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want you to be seen with the freak,” she muttered before sucking the drink straight from its container.

Scep snatched the bottle away. “Learn to take a joke, dudette….And stop getting drunk. I seriously am not that bad.”

“Okay, first, I can’t get drunk. Color Change, remember? Alcohol is a poison...every time I try, it barely buzzes me, no matter what I drink. And second...I know I’m ugly. You can stop pretending now.” To say the dragon was morose would be one of the worse understatements in recent history.

Scep gently grabbed her chin in his hands and brought her face to meet his. “You. Are. Beautiful. I meant that.”

The blush returned, and she muttered something softly. “...again…”

“You are beautiful,” Scep softly repeated. “I mean that truly.”

This time, it lightened a shade, turning the whole of the dragon’s head pink. “Say that one more time, please? I...I want to believe it…”

“You are beautiful,” Scep smiled. “I’m surprised you haven’t noticed...I’m glad I did.”

It was spontaneous, what happened next. But then again, while the setting wasn’t perfect, Christine wouldn’t regret giving her first kiss to the Sceptile who told her that she wasn’t a freak, a mutant, a monster even by Pokemon standards. But beautiful in his eyes.

Scep was taken aback in the first couple of seconds by her actions. She was kissing him? Him of all mon? Surely she could do better...Eh, their loss. He leaned into the kiss...his first kiss.

The dragon kept tongue out of the equation, and held it for what seemed like the right amount of time, before drawing back, but holding on to his shoulders. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I...needed that. You have no idea how much I needed an honest compliment.”

Scep was silent for a moment. He just sat there with a dumb, happy go lucky expression on his face, before he shook his head. “Yeah...still kind of surprised no one’s told you that before. I mean, you are beautiful. You’d have to be blind not to see it.”

“Well,” she said in a tone that actively absorbed moisture from the nearby air. “Y’know how Absols are seen as harbingers of destruction in backwater hick towns?”

“You mean like the time Frank, one of our Absol lieutenants, nearly wrecked Taco Tuesday in a drunk dare...with toilet paper and toothpicks?”

“Yeah, now double it, and apply it in some fashion to everyone that thought I couldn’t hear them.” In the kitchen behind the bar, a pan died due to how much deadpan there was in the dragon’s voice.

“That’s a lot of destruction,” Scep nodded. “Let me guess, they don’t have the best rap so everyone gets on their case.” He snorted. “Stupid, but I know the feeling.”

“Well, like I pointed out, I did my part to escalate the situation, but I never started it. I only finished it, and finished it decisively every time.”

“....Are we going back to the flirting again, or am I a bit buzzed?”

The dragon smirked and climbed up into the grass-type’s lap. “Who said I stopped, and who said they were mutually exclusive? By the way, is that a Super Rod, or are you just really happy to see me?”

“I want to hit you upside the head for that joke,” Scep gulped. “But...gosh yes...yes I am.”

Christine idly played with one of the yellow orbs attached to his back. “Mmm. Glad you finally wised up to what I want,” she muttered. “Nice balls, by the way,” she said, making sure to take notice of where he looked after that statement.

“Ugh,” Scep rolled his eyes through his intense blush. “You...never...stop, do you? I can do it too!...darn, I can’t think of anything right now...Could you stop being so sexy so I can think?...what am I saying?”

The dragon grinned and put her mouth as close to the top of his head as possible, where she assumed his ears were. “Oh, I dunno, something about how you still have some brain function left and how I’m not being distracting enough. I wonder, if I got up for the door and wagged my tail a little too much, how fast would you chase after me?”

Scep growled and grabbed her haunches. “As fast as I could.”

“Good answer,” she said, before turning nigh-invisible, a red line the only evidence of where she was. “Catch me if you can, lover-boy,” was whispered in his ear before the line jumped off his lap, taking her weight with it. She reappeared once at the door, her tail a little too far to one side to be decent, and vanished again.

“Consider yourself caught,” Scep growled and ran with everything he had.

The bartender looked at the pouch left on the bar, considered that it was only slightly not enough for their drinks, and shrugged. Let the lovers chase one another. It’d be bad form to stop one of them now over five bits.

Scep had never ran this fast before, or been this determined to catch someone. He had to catch the occasional agent or someone before on orders, but...that look...that tail shift….That everything...He had to have it. There was no question about that. He was going to get it tonight, if it was the last thing he did. Of course, expecting her to play fair was a foolish thought, as the first thing he noticed upon turning the corner was the red line that she didn’t seem capable of hiding climbing up the side of a building, leaving small indents in her wake.

Scep had to admit, she had a lot of fight in her. He liked that. He really wanted a piece of that, more so than any female he had ever met. How the heck he had fallen for her so fast? Maybe it was because she actually sat with him...Maybe it was destiny….Or maybe none of that fucking mattered right now, because he was going to get that smoking hot piece of tail and make her his. So he climbed up after her. Climbing was his race’s speciality, so he had no problem in catching up with her this way. It was what she did afterwards that was even more stunning.

She’d dropped back into the visible spectrum so he could see her using her fins in a peculiar way. With them and enough speed, she would jump over the alleys between buildings and glide, sometimes even over entire roads. And every time she landed, that tail would wag again. Whether it was a reflex or the thrill of the chase that caused her to do that, he wasn’t complaining.

Still, despite her efforts, he was gaining. While his race prefered climbing, he was adept at running all too well as his time as a soldier. The PLA ran quite often from all sort of foes. He was putting that on full display here. All in all, he was having fun right now and loved this gal all the more for it...Was it love? Felt like it. He was certainly happy. Reminded him of the tales his own parents would tell of their own courtship. Course, they skipped the raunchy parts, but he could tell anyways.

The dragoness turned back after the latest jump and breathed heavily a few times. “Don’t...think I can...keep up that pace...anymore, but I’m not done yet, lover-boy! Sand Attack!” She whipped up a small cloud of dirt and all but flung it at the Sceptile pursuing her, hoping to buy a moment for her next trick.

“Leaf Storm,” Scep smirked. Immediately, a storm of wind and leaves blew away the dirt, and shot out at her and as a few impacted her legs, she flashed green, to signify the type change.

“Aww, but now you’ll see my Double Team!” Her form blurred as a few illusions sprang into being nearby, all three of them grinning at the Sceptile.

Scep cupped his hands together and looked to the sky. “I have no idea what I did to deserve this, but thank you.” He grinned, taking in the sight of three of his lovely lady.

“Mmm,” they said in unison. “Guess right and win your prize, you horny little boy. Guess wrong, and I’ll be long gone.”

“Dudette,” Scep’s grin grew. “I should have you know I use this technique often. I know which one of you fine ladies are the real one.”

“Oh do tell,” each one said, placing their right hand on their hips and raising their metaphorical eyebrows.

“Double Team’s a neat trick, but it has one flaw,” Scep grinned. “The illusions don’t cast shadows.”

All three had time to look surprised before Scep made his next move. Grinning like a devil, Scep used Quick Attack, going after none of the images, but the shadow that lay between two of them. The illusions melted away, including the one keeping the dragoness totally hidden, and she lay on the roof, panting under the one that had finally caught her.

“Oooh. Clever,” she praised him.

“I get that a lot,” Scep chuckled.

“Well, you used your head to catch me,” she stated. “I do believe I promised a reward for your other head if you did.”

Scep blushed. “Y-yeah, you did.”

Taking note of the hitch in his voice, she laid one of her arms on one of his. “Hey, trust me, okay? I was raised by someone who was raised by a pervert. I know what I’m doing. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I was raised on a breeding farm,” Scep glanced away. “I know a thing or two….maybe.”

“Save the cuffs for next time, gotcha,” she said with a wink.

Scep tried to get his bearings. “So...here?”

“Only if you want to do it where all the city can hear us,” the dragon snarked back. “Otherwise, yeah, no problem.”

Scep narrowed his eyes, looked at the city, and growled. “They should mind their own business….Or we could sneak back home...Honestly, I’m a little too flustered to think straight right now...I just want you so much.”

“Mmm, picked up on that,” Christine said with a slight motion of her hips, one that apparently did not go unnoticed. “At least one part of you is thinking straight. And if anything wants to hang around and actually watch us go at it, then I could do with a snack afterwards.”

At those words, there was a small flurry of noise, and the sensation of being watched by anyone at all vanished entirely. When a dragon says she could go for a snack, you make sure you’re not on the menu.

“Mine,” Scep said possively, trying to shield her body from anyone else’s eyes but his own. He growled.

“You sure that’s not what I should be saying?” Even now, pinned under the one she’d chosen, she lost none of her cheeky attitude.

Scep rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up for a moment,” and then he captured her lips in his.

This time, she included not only tongue, but a full moan throughout the kiss while grabbing a hold of him and pulling him down to more fully lie atop her while letting her claws roam over his body. However, all good things would have to come to an end, and she eventually came up for air.

“Speechless?” Scep smirked. “I have that effect.”

“Oh...just...shut...it…” she wheezed, making sure that he was still at attention and not going anywhere anytime soon, thanks to her death-grip.

“Make me,” Scep nuzzled her, looking deep into her eyes.

In response, her tail curled up and brushed against a pair of balls that were not on his back, but ones that he was still attached to nonetheless.

Scep’s breath caught in his throat, before he grinned. “Two can play this game,” he nibbled her neck and brushed his own tail along her inner thigh. This time, it was her breath that caught, and her tail started to go a bit more rigid before she regained control.

“Oh, you’re not bad.” Her breath caught again before she looked back up into his eyes. “Make me a promise?”

“Anything,” Scep said with certainty.

“When the time comes, just...tell me I’m beautiful again? I think...no, I know that I could stand anything, as long as you told me that.” There was a slight hint of fear in her eyes as she started the sentence, and only a little hope towards the end.

Scep brushed his hand along her cheek and kissed her nose. “I will.”

She smiled at that before it devolved into her usual smirk. “Then what the hell are you waiting for, you dirty boy?”

Scep growled and nuzzled her. He straightened himself up and a certain ‘sixth’ limb brushed along her entrance. She responded by arching her back a little more, widening the space between her legs, and shifting around to try and make certain that everything was aimed properly for their first time together. According to her one source, nothing was more embarrassing than missing your target, and she’d really rather he didn’t.

Scep rubbed his member along her sweet entrance a few more times. Partly to get a sense of things and partly to mess with her. Honestly, it was messing with him too, but he could deal with it. He nibbled along her neck, trying to find a good place for a ‘love bite’.

Christine, however, was not patient. “Either you stop teasing me, or I’ll just stick with my claws for rubbing myself,” she growled before one nibble near her left shoulder caused her to moan slightly.

Scep chuckled. “Found it,” and with that said, he pushed in. He very quickly ran up against her hymen, and she gasped as he did. “I’m going to sound like an obvious idiot, but...this is going to hurt...Sorry.”

“Just do it,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Scep kissed her passionately, before he pushed on through. The pain caused her to scream into the kiss, and a few tears escaped her eyes. Her tail thrashed more than a little bit, and there were definitely a few grooves in the roof now from her legs...and arms.

“I said,” Scep said when he pulled out of the kiss. He put his forehead against hers, so he could stare directly into her eyes. “I’m sorry.” He nuzzled her lovingly, waiting for the pain to go away. “I’m sorry, my beautiful angel.”

“I’ll...forgive you later, if the darn bug was right,” Christine muttered. “Just...let it die down, let me get used to this...Arceus, but this is just...so different…”

“No harm in being different,” a playful glimmer shone in Scep’s eyes and he kissed her nose. “I kind of like it that way.”

“Oh gee, I wonder how I picked up on that,” Christine said with an eye-roll as she briefly added polka-dots to her body, then turned just as green as Scep, before returning to normal.

Scep ran his hands lovingly over her body. His fingers nimbly working her muscles, relaxing them in little ways he’d learned from the professional masseurs he’d met in the army. He never thought he’d get to use their techniques until now. They seemed to do the job, causing the dragon to coo slightly at the relief he was giving her. After what seemed like both too long and too short an interval, she nodded again. “You can...start moving...but start slow.”

Scep nodded and lightly kissed her once more, before starting to move again. Slowly and surely he eased up into her tunnel until he was all the way in. He let himself savor it for a second, being within her completely, until he eased himself out until only the head remained inside. Pushing himself forward, he did it again.

“Fuck,” she hissed. “That is just so...big. I can feel myself stretching out down there! How in the hell were you still a virgin if you’re that big!”

Scep smirked as he kept at his pace. “Gonna sound cheesy dudette, but maybe I was saving myself for the right gal.” He chuckled. “Yep, definitely cheesy.”

“Yes it is, but the important thing is that you saved yourself for me. So get back in there,” she said, reaching up to bring his head down to hers for a kiss again. “If that cock of yours leaves me before I say it can, you will not like what I do in return!”

Scep rolled his eyes and gave a quick thrust, burying himself all the way inside her in one motion. He hissed out in pleasure. Her canal held him so tight and lovingly it was just too much. “Me leave this pussy? No can do, dudette.”

“Good, you’re learning,” she said while trying her hardest to get her legs up and around his waist. “Mine,” she growled as she looked him over again. “You are all mine.”

“And you’re mine,” he growled back, biting a bit hard along her neck. His pace picked up a bit, scoring her depths with more and more blows.

She hissed before returning the bite on her neck with one of her own on his, doing her damnedest to exercise muscles she hadn’t been aware existed an hour ago. She wanted to see how long he could possibly last, or how long she could draw it out for.

Scep leaned into her bites, strengthening his own. He wouldn’t be lying if he said that he was losing himself to this pleasure. He was. He wanted to keep pumping into her forever. That was impossible, but hell if he wasn’t going to try. Grinning, he ran his tongue along her skin as his pace grew bolder and faster, trying with all his might to go even deeper.

Christine shivered and moaned at the sensations of his tongue on her skin, instinctively strengthening the bite mark she was making on her new mate. Mine, mine, mine and none others, she thought. Quickly followed by Oh sweet Arceus yes, harder, faster! She used her tail to try and coax him to pound her, but one can only do so much with a tail to get a message across.

Scep growled, this time much deeper and more primal. He wrapped his tail around hers and bit into a sweet spot, marking her as his. His member thrusted back and forth with severity, growing faster and harder. He unknowingly bumped her clit during one of his thrusts, and she screamed as her walls spasmed and a jet of fluid gushed around him. Combined with everything that had been going on, the one touch had set her off slightly. She just hoped he didn’t take too much advantage of it…

Scep noticed what happened and chuckled deviously. He aimed his thrust again and again at the sweet spot. Every time he brushed up against that little nub of flesh, she would have another miniature orgasm, coating him and the roof in more fluid. Of course, the number took their toll on her, and soon she was just a panting, sticky mess on the roof that was holding his cock.

Scep felt proud of himself to have brought her to this pleasure. He rubbed his neck lovingly against her, instinctively cooing as he did so. He wanted to make her happy and he was doing it nicely. It wasn’t enough though. He kept at it, trying to go faster and harder than ever before.

Weakly, Christine tried to string enough words together to make a coherent thought. “Too...too much...how can...too much pleasure...oh Arceus…” She looked down herself to see her mate still going at it. “Ch...change the...angle...need to...rest a bit…”

Scep frowned, inwardly berating himself. He could’ve hurt her for all he knew. He slowed up a tad and changed up his position slightly, so he wasn’t rubbing against her sweet spot anymore.

“Better,” she sighed. “Mmm...yeah, always been...easy to get a small one off...that much, though, never done that much before...how about you, love? You close yet?”

“Getting there,” Scep grunted. “Sorry for….pushing you….”

“You didn’t know. That said, give me a little time, and when you’re nearly done...do it again, or I swear I’ll borrow Lucy’s gear for our next round...and use it on you.”

“Gear?” Scep gulped. “Come...on...Okay, I’ll...remember.” He punctuated the last word with an exceptionally powerful thrust.

“Mm, oh yes, for virgins, we make quite the pair of lovers,” Christine cooed as she readjusted her grip slightly. “Or maybe if you do this well enough, you’ll get to use the bondage gear on me instead, you dirty boy.”

Scep answered with a deep, primordial growl. Nicking at her skin again, he traced his ‘love bite’ with his tongue. He nicked at it a few more times as his thrusts got stronger.

“Closer...closer...don’t you dare let me down, Scep! I’m close too! Oh give me a real one, you darn gecko!” The dragon’s tail was thrashing about madly as she neared her peak.

“Darn gecko,” Scep chuckled, before kissing her. Pulling back, he gave her a small eskimo kiss. “So clever, my beauty.” Scep was having a harder time thinking as his mind was almost completely lost to the pleasure.

“So powerful, my mate,” she responded. “Now show me the depths of your strength.”

Scep pulled her into a deep kiss and, with all his might, hit her sweet spot again. She screamed as a veritable flood of her juices gushed out around his member as she finally achieved a real orgasm. The sensation in turn was too much for him to handle. He growled possessively as his member twitched violently, before he unloaded inside her. The heated sensation of his seed in her canal set her on another miniature orgasm of her own, this time leaking clear and milky fluid from between her legs.

Scep pulled back from the kiss and hissed in pleasure. He kept thrusting, pouring more and more of his essence into her awaiting tunnel. He had never felt higher than he now was.

Christine, likewise, felt that she was no longer merely riding the way of ecstasy that had been building up, but somehow become it completely. Every little motion, every twitch from her mate, sent ripples through her own form, which only seemed to be perpetuating a delicious vicious cycle with no end. And she liked it that way.

Scep wanted to stay like that forever, united with his now mate. However, it couldn’t be so. His thrusts grew less and less and so did his essence. His breathing was ragged as he finished coming down from his high.

The dragoness suddenly found herself covered by a large, leafy-green, breathing blanket as Scep covered her form with his own. She smiled and gathered him close, giving an experimental flex with her tunnel while she did.

Scep’s breath hitched. He smiled and nuzzled her cheek to cheek. He was still sensitive down there, but he was content with just being inside her for a little longer. “Mine,” she whispered in his ear. “You, and this...this is perfect.”

“You deserved it,” Scep’s breathing was getting back to normal, but his heart still beat faster than it had ever gone before. He kissed her nose. She returned it, humming happily.

“So,” she said. “When we get back, I have a place of my own on the third floor, 303. You can come by if you like. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

“Locked, unlocked, doesn’t matter.” He held her close. “I’m going to get in either way. No locks’ going to keep me away from my mate.”

“You talk like I’m letting you leave my side,” Christine said, giving her mate another flex. “Nope, you’re stuck with me now, dirty boy.”

“Lucky me,” Scep nuzzled her.

There was silence for a moment before the dragoness spoke up again.

“What are we going to tell the others?”

“Huh?” Scep looked confused. “Forgot about them...Completely forgot about them….We’ll just think of something on our way back.”

Christine lifted Scep for a moment to look down at where they were joined and half-lidded her eyes in response. “Before or after we find a hose to wash the mess off?”

“I could’ve sworn it was a hose that got us so dirty in the first place,” He smirked.

“Care to refresh my memory, or are you still tuckered out?”

Scep frowned and moved his hips a little, his member rubbing her insides. “Are you?”

“Oh if you think you can handle me again, I’m sorry to tell you that this time…”

With that, Scep was forcibly removed and slammed into the roof, back-first, Christine straddling his chest and holding him down.

“...That I’ll be the one riding you.”

“Yes ma’am,” Scep grinned.

The dragoness used her tail to find, then aim, Scep’s member, then decided to tease him by having her be just out of reach of his prize. “Hmm. I don’t know that I should give you the pleasure.” Her smirk told him both that she was kidding, but that she also wanted him to say the magic word.

“Oh come on,” Scep whined. “Please sit down.”

“You said the magic word,” she replied, slowly easing him where he belonged before sliding down on his pole. The dragon-type hissed as she was stretched yet again, relishing in the feeling and coming to a stop, enjoying her new seat immensely.

Scep grit his teeth, his hands finding purchase on her luscious bottom. He squeezed them possessively. “Mine.”

Christine responded by giving a flex of her muscles as she slowly leaned back and forth, enjoying the feeling of him touching every last inch of her tunnel. “Mine,” she said simply.

Scep bit his lip in his pleasure. With his hands and hips, he did his best to meet her thrusts. However, every time he thought he had her rhythm, she would change it slightly, smirking all the while at his frustration. Eventually, she leaned in and whispered a simple question. “Whose are you?”

“Yours,” Scep answered simply through the cloud of pleasure.

“And don’t you forget it. I suppose I can be predictable if you ask politely now.” It was official, she was enjoying this way too much, but not enough to stop.

“Please,” Scep whimpered. “Be a little predictable, dudette. Don’t leave me hanging.”

“Only because it’s you,” she said, finding a tempo that worked for her and sticking with it.

“Thank you,” Scep huffed in glee. “Thank you, thank you. Arceus, I love you.”

“And I you, my smart, clever mate.” Christine ran one set of claws down Scep’s face and used the other to stimulate her clit, thereby giving him an even tighter tunnel for a moment or

two.

Scep leaned into her touch, smiling a pleasure, but loving smile. He glanced at her and he had never felt such a fiery desire before for anyone. She was perfect in every sense of the word. She leaned in close to him and whispered another question. “How close?”

“Close enough,” Scep grit his teeth. “But I can last longer if you need me to.”

“The only way I’d let you last longer is if you flip this back to how it was, but I don’t see that happen-”

Scep wasn’t having any of that right now. No, he was going to take charge. He never did like being told what to do. With her on the bottom, he pulled her into a deep kiss and thrusted without abandon. She squealed like a madwoman as he did, either protesting or enjoying the rough treatment. Or both. She eventually came up for air again, and one word passed her lips.

“More!”

Scep answered with a wide grin. He pounded harder and faster than ever before. His member hit depths as far as it could reach. He loved it. Unknowingly, Christine’s tail had curled up and was playing with her mate’s testes, lightly tickling them on every thrust, trying to coax him to more and higher heights.

Scep’s growling came back in force and he nicked his mate’s ‘mark’ once more. He gave himself into his more animalistic traits and pounded her harder than ever. She swore that there was no more room left in her tunnel for him to be filling, and she wasn’t sure if that was good or not! “Finish, damn you, before I break!”

With that, he smashed into her sweet spot like before, but even harder than last time. The convulsions around his pole made him feel like he’d stuck it in a warm, wet, fleshy vice for a moment as she wrung him like a dishtowel for everything he had. Her screams could probably be heard across the city, and the fluid that coated his crotch felt like it might never end. Scep dug his teeth into her ‘mark’ and let loose once more. His white fluid shot burst after burst into her depths, causing both sets of liquid to ooze out around his cock and drip to the roof below.

“That...was great,” Christine summed up with as much of her brain was active at the moment.

“Yeah,” Scep panted. “So...what now?”

Something very important suddenly made itself known to Christine, causing her to mutter two words. “Oh fuck.”

“....Round three?”

Christine rolled her eyes. “Not the issue. We’re compatible, and I think my season was about to start soon.”

“Oh….OH.” His eyes widened. “So you could be……?”

“Well maybe not after the first one, but the second probably cinched it,” the dragoness clarified. “I guess I got lost trying to get someone to share this pleasure with me that I forgot about my season starting soon, or compatibility.”

“Eh,” Scep said. “Stuff happens. You just have to adapt, dudette.”

She responded by punching him lightly in the shoulder. “And you just have to agree to come back and check up on me. If this takes, I expect a father in the kid’s life.”

“Oh I’m definitely coming back,” Scep placed a hand on her stomach. “And I’m going to be there for them and you if that happens...A little sappy, but true.”

“Y’know, you use that word ‘if’ like I intend to let you leave. By now, the damage is probably already done. Once we get back to the apartment? You’re going to be making sure, mister.”

“I’ll make sure,” Scep kissed her lips lightly. “I’ll definitely make sure.”

She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a cuddling session. “Mine,” she said.

“Yours,” he chuckled and wrapped his arms around her lovingly.

With that, the two drifted off into a blissful nap of post-coitous euphoria.

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I don't feel bad about the title name at alllllllll!